All Chapters of Bred By My Billionaire Boss: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO~ StephanoI stepped out into the night, leading the way without looking back. But I didn’t need to—I could hear her following. Hesitant, dragging her feet like she was still convincing herself she had a choice.Adorable."Mr. Maddens," she called. "Where are we going?"I didn’t answer. Not yet. Let her overthink it. Let her wonder what I had planned, what I was going to do. Hell, I was already thinking about it—how she’d look pinned beneath me, legs spread wide, body arching for me despite all the protests falling from her pretty mouth.Her footsteps faltered, but she kept coming.Good girl.When we reached my car, she stopped."Mr. Maddens," she snapped. "I’m not taking another step until you tell me where we’re headed."I turned to face her, taking my time as I looked her over. That stubborn little chin. Those arms locked so damn tightly across her chest. Hell, I couldn't stop myself from thinking about how perfect those tits had felt in my hands. I replayed the

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR~ StephanoI didn’t let go. Not yet. Because she still wasn’t moving. Still hesitating. She just sat there, breathing too fast, staring like she had no idea what to do with herself.Her lips parted like she wanted to protest, but I wasn’t in the mood for games.“You think batting those lashes at me will get you out of this?” I let out a humorless chuckle. “Not happening.”Her breath hitched. She swallowed hard, gaze flicking away for a second before snapping back. And still—she didn’t move.Enough.I leaned in, my mouth grazing the shell of her ear.“You’ve got two choices,” I murmured, slow and deliberate. “Either you start using those hands, or I put you in the backseat and take what I want myself.”She shivered.I felt it, watched the way her fingers curled into fists like she was trying to fight it. But I wasn’t asking.“N-no,” she whispered, shaking her head. “I can’t.”A muscle ticked in my jaw.Wrong answer. My grip tightened—just enough to make her gasp.“Y

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX~ Stephano The slap landed on my right cheek, sharp and stinging, snapping my head to the side. For a single second, I didn’t react. Then? I saw red. My fingers curled into fists, my entire body locking up. She was going to pay for that. I grabbed her—snatched her against me so roughly that she gasped, her hands flying to my chest. Too late. I had her locked in, caged so tight she couldn’t move. Not an inch."You," I breathed, my voice low, dangerous, "have no fucking idea what you just did."Her breath hitched. She felt it. My rage, my heat, the way my entire body had just decided that if she wanted to fight—we were going to fight. She opened her mouth—probably to yell at me again. I didn’t let her. I crashed my lips against hers, a punishing, bruising, filthy kiss that sucked the air right out of her lungs. My hands? Everywhere. One second palming her tits, squeezing, kneading, pulling a sound from her throat she didn’t mean to make— the next gripping her ass, sh

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT ~ Camilla My fingers pressed against my throbbing pussy, trying to stop the burning. Each movement sent sharp pain through my hips, making me gasp and stumble. I wanted to scream. My legs shook. A hot, sticky mess leaked between my thighs, his semen and blood, making me hate him more. I pictured his smirk, and I felt sick with rage. I wanted to hurt him. I limped forward, each step painful. I wanted him to feel this pain. My breath hitched. My torn, swollen pussy pulsed with each step. I remembered him bending me over, the wall cold, his cock pounding into my raw pussy.My hands shook as I yanked my dress off the floor, the fabric crumpling in my grip as I fumbled to pull it over my head. My fingers felt clumsy, useless, the aftermath of what had just happened making my limbs weak. But I had to move. I had to get out.I clenched my jaw, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction. I wouldn't let him see me break. I woul

CHAPTER THIRTYCamilla No. Not her. Not the same woman I’d seen that day. Not the same one who had been on top of him, riding his cock in his office while he gripped her hips like she was made to take him. The same cock that had been inside me.I hated that my mind went there. That I thought of it in those words. That I thought of his cock at all. But my traitorous, vindictive brain did.This son of a bitch.My hands clenched into fists as I stared at the screen, at the flashing name, my mind racing.What did she want?Had he been inside her yesterday? This morning? Was she the last person to have him before me? Or would she be the next?My stomach lurched. I hated the thought. I hated that I cared. I wanted to break the damn phone. Or better yet—I wanted to break him. I turned my head slowly, my voice ice-cold.“Aren’t you going to answer that?”"Why?" His voice was smug, lazy, filthy. "Jealous, sweetheart?"I snapped my head toward him, glowering. The bastard had one hand on the